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The pressed flower recalls the memories in the evening sky
To that time, when I whould count on my fingers, the day until we meet
Under the blossoming cherry blossoms behind the booth illuminated in the dusk
If only if only for now the scars you hide behind your sleeves would disappear
In the good ol' days of clear blue skies the broken dream and to my sorrow;
the endless evidence of my crime
One night voiceless is spring.
To that time, when I whould count on my fingers, the day until we meet
Under the blossoming cherry blossoms behind the booth illuminated in the dusk
If only if only for now the scars you hide behind your sleeves would disappear
In the good ol' days of clear blue skies the broken dream and to my sorrow;
the endless evidence of my crime
One night voiceless is spring.
Annons
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Anonymous
Tue 20 Oct 2009 11:11
| NEJ DU SKA TRÄFFA MIG OM DU INTE DRAR TILL BORÅS :@ inga duger utom mig!
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Anonymous
Tue 20 Oct 2009 07:59
träffas i helgen? :D <3
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